Flying Cat - April 2008

You'd be forgiven for thinking the sun always shines here, but perish the thought! (Perishing weather!) However, on one of those rare sunny days, the senior bipeds hopped in the old heap and drove out to Marwick, parked o.h. and took the short walk along the rain-sodden path to the fishermen's huts. On the way back it was felt necessary to 'just take a quick wander along the shore in case there are any groatiebuckies'...more in hope than anticipation really, as it is a well-battered rocky place and most of the shells are pulverised to pieces, but it takes more than a few well-aimed Atlantic rollers crashing on the shore to finish off a groatiebuckie or ten!

unsmiley sign

fishermen's huts from the path

gable-end

weathered information board

mpu sets off down to the geo

ahoy below!

the far horizon

two des res

doorway

from a window

interior - LL-B wuz nevur 'ere, thank goodness!

a colourful old boot

mpu looks out from darkness to light

well-bored lintel

boat noust

on the way back to Marwick - Kitchener's Memorial



Marwick Head

green rocks

frozen-in-time sand

into the sun

two gbs in situ

treasure trove X10

As an epicurean pussy, I have tried so very hard over my lifftime to get my share of the olives in Anorak Towers. Until recently, my efforts were fruitless, a state of affairs which jarred on me, but up with which I put, so as not to be labelled 'out of my tree' or 'borges terroristi' or 'stone mad'. The best brine in Rolling Acres (mine {it hardly needs saying}) had been pressed into use and pitted against those of the bipeds - to no avoil. Stuffed! Foiled! A pretty pickle! Things were looking black. "Just green and bear it" says I to myself, "Oil live with it!"
But I never gave up trying...

first I tried in the recycling box...

...but only a faint sniff of brine was my reward

then I tried on the table, but you cain't always get what you want

...and all that remained were the stones

then I tried on a sunny evening when the bipeds were a bit mellow due to some kind of anniversary...

...but all I got was a tantalising sniff of the empty bowl...

...ooooooomeaow its driving me mad

its almost more than a cat can bear

pleez can I has olives???

YES!! RESULT!!!

mmmmmmm it tastes soooo good - I is a ecstatict!

Awwww...it was one of those Simon & Garfunkel moments... My dear chum Marmers was snoozing on the highly desirable recliner of fpu, when I decided to join him for a bit of schmoozing&snuggling. At first all went swimmingly, and we were well snuggled...and schmoozled, when suddenly, for no reason at all, Marmers took a hissyfit, and I was vanquished in a most humiliating and undignified manner (you don't get to see the vanquishing bit because someone wasn't quick enough with digicam.) I was not best pleased I can tell you...

Old Friends...like bookends...

Errrrm, I'm not so sure about this, fpu...

I say FC, goany no dae that??

Look, I warned you, no hanky-panky or else!

FC fights back...

did anyone ever imagine Marmers could be so athletic?

Lissen fatso, I'M the Flying Cat round here, not you!

Owww!!! I'm going, okay?